Last week I received a letter for an overdue video from 1992; apparently I owed a company $4700 in late fees. I gave the debt collector a call and made an appointment for later in the week. It really stressed me out; I couldn’t think about anything else.
I went down to Faber and Curnow on Thursday morning to find out the details. “I’m terribly sorry Mr Holmes, there’s been a mistake,” the executive said, flicking through some papers; “we’re actually looking for a Jack Homes, H-O-M-E-S, not Holmes.” It was a huge weight off my shoulders; I didn’t even mind the inconvenience Faber and Curnow had caused; I was too relived.
That night I told my wife about the alleged debt. I’d avoided mentioning anything prior; I didn’t want her to worry. She shared absolutely none of the relief I had felt. For her the resolution had directly followed the initial account; no time had passed in which to worry. She was just pissed that I’d been hiding something from her.
I went down to Faber and Curnow on Thursday morning to find out the details. “I’m terribly sorry Mr Holmes, there’s been a mistake,” the executive said, flicking through some papers; “we’re actually looking for a Jack Homes, H-O-M-E-S, not Holmes.” It was a huge weight off my shoulders; I didn’t even mind the inconvenience Faber and Curnow had caused; I was too relived.
That night I told my wife about the alleged debt. I’d avoided mentioning anything prior; I didn’t want her to worry. She shared absolutely none of the relief I had felt. For her the resolution had directly followed the initial account; no time had passed in which to worry. She was just pissed that I’d been hiding something from her.